Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
comes to life a flower’s worst nightmare
bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
its heart desired to end up in a vase
brighten up an alley, a room, or somewhere be fondly placed
maybe even become a reason to mend a fight or augment a child’s smile
settle for a broach on his coat or a decor in her hair
Alas! dreams of being showered on happy occasions withered away
with its newfound fate.
Chosen for a visit to the cemetery
and left behind with the dead, down in the darkness of reality.
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In response to Christine’s Writing Prompt https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/130149259/posts/11763
Also, in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/reenas-exploration-challenge-108/
Curating Thoughts 
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Thank you so much! You are very kind.
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We really don’t know for how long a flower lives after being plucked. Does it enjoy the migration, or wants to remain in the garden for the short and fragrant life it has been blessed with? Does it love the gardener, the plant that bears it or the person that wears it?
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Great. food for thought! So many ways for a flower to live in life and death. When I read the poem after posting, I wondered, what if the dead was none other than the Gardener. United again, full circle. I wish I had thought about that and turned the end accordingly 😊
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
A flower’s worst nightmare ….. by Pallavi
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Thank you, Reena ❤️
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This is profound …makes me thing how each of us have a path predefined
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Thanks Sakshi for reading and commenting.
That’s my issue with this poem. Could the flower have changed his destiny somehow someway? Call me a hopeless stubborn optimist, but I want to believe that you are in charge of your destiny. Maybe a false notion but it makes hardships a bit more palatable.
Can you have problems with your own writing?! Enter..me lol!
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Ha haaa talk about hopeless stubborn optimist and you have company 😜 I so resonate with that term and that is the reason I Did not write predefined destiny …..our paths could be predefined for certain experiences are necessary for our growth and destiny is multi dimensional this I have no doubt about ….my experience in past life regression therapy and other energy healing modalities reconfirm that belief.
Coming back to the flower …. There is a possibility of it getting blown away by a gust of wind and landing on the feet of Deity……😄😄yout can call me hopelessly hopeful 😜
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Absolutely love it!!! THANK YOU! Feels so good to find another hopeless hopeful.
My vision, maybe the dead was the Gardner and she got re-united with her creator. 😀
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Ahhhh …. even better than mine 😄🤗
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Another nice one, Pallavi. . .
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Thank you Joey! 🙏
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We do not always get what our heart desires. Alas.
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True..heartbreaking but true. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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flowers in the cemetery, such a good subject. so many flowers there, sharing the fading and death with the interred, mourners coming and going.
fun to think about all the new poetry possible.
thanks!
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Wow..glad to have given you an inspiration. I can already see so many great posts coming from you.
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Just another dayyyy…..
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Beautiful piece of poetry. Meaningful and enjoyable. Loved it 🙂
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Thank you!! Sincerely appreciate you reading and commenting. 😃
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You are welcome 🙂
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That’s truly beautiful, Pallavi!! 🙂
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Profound!🙌
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interesting take… Hindi poet, Makhanlal Chaturvedi had an exactly opposite take on this:चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ।
मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली!
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक,
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पथ जावें वीर अनेक
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This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
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Beautifully written and a unique perspective of destiny! Is it better to be picked and laying on a grave or never be picked at all? Thought provoking and captivating!
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Thanks Brad! Absolutely, it’s all about perspective. I would like to imagine that the dead in who’s hand the flower finally laid was the gardener. Ultimately with your creator (pun intended) 😊
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That’s a different view that not everyone sees.. as described for some its happiness the same is darkness for some…
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Thank you! 😃
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